(Courtney's doing it too.)
Now, I know what you're thinking, and you're wrong. This is not a diet. Diets are for people that aren't happy with themselves. (Which I am, thank you very much.) They are the things you do for two days, realize that you're starving, and give up immediately. Diets have a tendency to make you gain weight instead of lose it. Diets and their dreadful torture tactics, in short, are not for me.
So yesterday when Courtney made meatloaf and mashed potatoes I was distressed. I thought to myself, "Oh heavens, Carrie, you're done for. Three weeks of success is about to be massacred by meatloaf and mashed potatoes." It was a deeply tragic moment. But not half as tragic as the moment when I realized I had eaten about two servings of both. And not even a speck as dark and despairing as the moment after that when she brought out chocolate chip cookies for dessert. (I think this was a tactic. I think she WANTED me to fail just to get ahead... But that doesn't really pan out since she ate the meatloaf too.)
But then something strange happened.
PS -- You'll be pleased to know that the so-far-incredible progress I mentioned above refers to the 9.6 lbs I've misplaced in the last three weeks. And if you're not pleased...well. I certainly am, anyhow. :)